O Night of Separation, darkest night
Of deepest grief, thy cruelty shall cease;
To-morrow I shall greet the dawning light
Within the city of Eternal Peace.
O threatening Whirlwind rolling on thy way,
I shall unloose thy knot, if thou but dare
With angry gusts to toss and disarray
A single curl of the Belovéd's hair.
Sometimes her beauty goads and maddens me,
I cannot bear her cruel loveliness,